They’re an odd looking group, John thinks, stuck with handing the cabbie some cash while the others pile out and head up the walk. Then again, there’s nothing for it; Lisbeth certainly has her own aesthetic sense, as distinct as Sherlock’s if far less formal. And if she looks odd in the company of three other men, she certainly doesn’t seem to feel odd - -she’s practically plastered to Sherlock’s side.

But thou, when thou prayest, enter into thy closet, and when thou hast shut thy door, pray to thy Father which is in secret; and thy Father which seeth in secret shall reward thee openly. (Matthew 6:6, KJV)